substantial tokens of their regard for the
gifted doctor.

A young lady Medium was also similarly
Surprised one Thursday evening by a considerable
party, among whom were many members
of the legislature. There is not indeed one
single paragraph in this paper which, does
not strike us as being at once novel and
unreasonable, from the account of the portrait-
painting Mediums, who do not choose to
execute more than two full-lengths a-day,
down to the snake five feet long and half an
inch, which was alive when removed from
Mrs. Hayes's stomach (of Day, Warner
county, N.J.), but did, unhappily for the
interests of science, die soon afterwards.
The lady—and no wonder—had not taken
food for eighteen months.

The following is the first information which
we remember to have received of a spirit
being endowed with a sense of humour:

A SPIRITUAL ANECDOTE.—A few evenings since, as
a private Circle of Spiritualists in this city (Boston)
were receiving communications from the other world
from a little child, recently deceased, the Old South
rang for nine o'clock. The spirit hereupon ceased to
communicate; but after repeated solicitations, it came
back, and in infantile language said, " There's a good
deal of difference now, than when I was on the earth.
Then my dear mamma used to tell me little children
should be seen, and not heard; now little children
must be heard, and not seen."

A Mr. Boody informs the editor of the Age
of a somewhat curious phenomenon lately
exhibited by the spirit of his wife's brother,
who had frequently been at his house
representing to the family that he had been
drowned at sea in eighteen hundred and
thirty-seven:

It took control of a Medium, and wrote, that if the
Circle would sit back from the table, only allowing
their fingers to touch it, he would try and identify
himself to them. They did so, and immediately the
table began to tip on one end, and to pitch forward
with a rocking motion, very like a vessel at sea; at the
same time, the lashing of waves, creaking of timbers,
rattling of shrouds, were distinctly heard by all
present, and continued for several minutes.

Let us conclude with an extract from an
article, headed Spirit-Healing—is it Faith?
wherein this remarkable experience is gravely
described:

My oldest son, about twenty-two years of age, had
been afflicted with sores in his ears from his infancy,
which had resulted in the entire deafness of the left
ear, and nearly the same of the right. While sitting
at dinner, I found my right arm was becoming charged
unusually high with some fluid or force, but did not
know the object. I soon ascertained that the aim was at
my son's ears. Not being a reliable healing Medium
I did not expect much done, and my son was not a
believer, nor did I apprise any one of what was going
on. As soon as my arm was charged highly enough
to suit the unseen operator, it rose, and made one pass
at the ear which was entirely deaf. In about half a
minute, my son started up suddenly, saying that there
was a sharp noise in the ear, like that of a pistol-shot,
and in less than one minute his hearing was perfectly
good.

This physician in spite of himself, was
horror-stricken at the thought of being thus
used, and begged not to be so employed
again. He was entered into, however, by the
spirit of a doctor—who had recently
decamped to Kansas, insolvent, and there died—
and made to effect divers other cures. When
the conversation turned upon folks not paying
their debts and sloping off slick to distant
diggings, "the spirit seemed to participate
with great interest and pleasure in our
remarks."

JOURNEY TO THE MOON.

Qui a voyagé, voyagera. He who has
travelled, will travel again. The Gadabout
family are incorrigible; it is impossible to
convert them from their peripatetic ways.
Vagabondism; seeing the world; a restless
desire of change of place; an insatiable
craving after new faces and fresh scenery; a
mission for discoveries in Central Africa, or
Central Anywhere; a passion for clearing
back woods and penetrating virgin forests;
a taste for continually retreating further into
the bush before the advances of formal,
cut-and-dried civilisation; an uncontrollable
impulse for pushing on, either corporeally or
intellectually, either in person or spirit, into
regions hitherto untrodden and strange; are
instinctive propensities which it would be
scarcely wise to suppress, even were it
possible, seeing that the world is very much
indebted to such reckless spirits as cannot sit
at home at ease, either in their comfortably
snug little parlour or in their peaceful and
narrow range of knowledge.

Ulysses, no doubt, greatly preferred
encountering the hardships of his Odyssey to
leading a quiet life at Ithaca, and teaching
little Telemachus his alpha-beta. We cannot
conceive bold Captain Cook confined to the
round of London clubs and evening-parties,
instead of discovering Otaheite and meeting
with a great navigator's death from the
hands of the savage Sandwich Islanders. To
Davy, his toils in the labyrinth of metallic
chemistry; to Herschell, his nocturnal search
into the profoundest depth of the firmament,
were pleasures and delights, not pains and
penalties.

We confess to a sympathy, in a humble
way, with vagabonds and strollers, whether
in the flesh or in the spirit, above all when
we can combine the two modes of running
to and fro. Consequently, it is with no small
pleasure that we hang on to the skirts of a
travelling companion who will help us to
make an agreeable tour through a track
unbeaten by the multitude. Now, M.
Lecouturier, the head Rédacteur of the Musée
des Sciences at Paris, has lately started ail
excursion-train to visit the principal stations
and the most interesting points of view in